"Even though it is only a half-step difference, the concentration of Spiritual Qi within my body is already far beyond the Great Perfection of the Ninth Tribulation of the Dust Immortal. A head-on clash will not gain me any advantage."
Ye Chen’s heart felt extremely heavy. The strength of the Mad Blade King exceeded his expectations, yet the stronger his opponent was, the more interested he became. The fighting spirit diffusing from his body grew ever more intense. Only a formidable opponent could ignite his true mettle.
As the starlight dissipated completely, the Mad Blade King’s figure was revealed. His aura was solid, his face bore a cold glint, and his eyes were filled with disdain.
Chapter 881